Wrench in my travels
So I get to Portland right before they started boarding the flight. No big deal because they did that in BWI a full 1/2 hour before the flight was scheduled to leave and I got to BWI really early and sailed through security. I get to security, do the same thing that I did in BWI, and they pull my bag to the side to be re-checked. No biggie, they're still doing the first couple zones of boarding and I'm in zone 5 so I have a bit. My flight was scheduled at 1:48 and it was like 1:40. I can see my gate at this point, it's like 50 feet away!
I asked them what they were looking for so I could help speed up the process. They say, "there's a wrench in there and we need to check its size." I said, "that's news to me" and they keep looking for it, feeling around all through my bag. The woman ahead of me in the security line had her bag pulled too and they found something on her keychain so she got through a lot quicker. I asked her to tell the gate attendants that I was within spitting distance of the gate and that I was coming. She told them and then indicated I had 5 minutes. They're still checking and re-scanning my bag. I keep telling them there's no wrench and they insisted there was. At this point, they're pulling out all my stuff and rescanning the bag to find it. I hear "in less than 2 minutes the gate will close and not reopen for passengers." I start freaking out. Finally another security person comes over and starts opening all the little pockets in my bag. I'm thinking they're looking for a huge socket wrench or something equally large and dangerous and I'm going to miss my flight.
They finally come up with a little crescent wrench, it fits between their index finger and thumb. I said, "I'm going to kill my husband, I didn't know it was in there" Jason used to use that bag at Home Depot to carry his tools with. I thought I'd gone through it and cleaned it out, it passed through BWI security fine. I was so pissed.
Then I'm standing there watching them try to repack my bag and I asked if I could do it so I don't miss my flight, and I'm running to the gate, stuffing my things in my bag as I go and get to the gate just in time. I was soooo pissed!
So I get to BWI with a little turbulence and I find Jason and smack him a few times for leaving his crap in my bag. We walk to the garage to where he parked my car. Well, to where he thought he parked it. He wrote down on the ticket section 3B so we go to the 3rd floor of the garage and the spaces don't go high enough for the space number he wrote down and we can't see the car. After about 15 minutes of searching, he realizes that he parked on a ramp and eventually we figure out that it was the ramp that led up to the 4th floor.
So Jason was the most difficult part of my travels and he didn't even go with me! It was eventful to say the least.
I asked them what they were looking for so I could help speed up the process. They say, "there's a wrench in there and we need to check its size." I said, "that's news to me" and they keep looking for it, feeling around all through my bag. The woman ahead of me in the security line had her bag pulled too and they found something on her keychain so she got through a lot quicker. I asked her to tell the gate attendants that I was within spitting distance of the gate and that I was coming. She told them and then indicated I had 5 minutes. They're still checking and re-scanning my bag. I keep telling them there's no wrench and they insisted there was. At this point, they're pulling out all my stuff and rescanning the bag to find it. I hear "in less than 2 minutes the gate will close and not reopen for passengers." I start freaking out. Finally another security person comes over and starts opening all the little pockets in my bag. I'm thinking they're looking for a huge socket wrench or something equally large and dangerous and I'm going to miss my flight.
They finally come up with a little crescent wrench, it fits between their index finger and thumb. I said, "I'm going to kill my husband, I didn't know it was in there" Jason used to use that bag at Home Depot to carry his tools with. I thought I'd gone through it and cleaned it out, it passed through BWI security fine. I was so pissed.
Then I'm standing there watching them try to repack my bag and I asked if I could do it so I don't miss my flight, and I'm running to the gate, stuffing my things in my bag as I go and get to the gate just in time. I was soooo pissed!
So I get to BWI with a little turbulence and I find Jason and smack him a few times for leaving his crap in my bag. We walk to the garage to where he parked my car. Well, to where he thought he parked it. He wrote down on the ticket section 3B so we go to the 3rd floor of the garage and the spaces don't go high enough for the space number he wrote down and we can't see the car. After about 15 minutes of searching, he realizes that he parked on a ramp and eventually we figure out that it was the ramp that led up to the 4th floor.
So Jason was the most difficult part of my travels and he didn't even go with me! It was eventful to say the least.